Might... Maybe and Not!

The hardest thing in life is letting go of what you thought was real. -Unknown

But then, how do you define reality? Perception? Illusion? Even though perceptions can make you sad and illusions can make you happy or vice versa. Till yesterday the castle of feelings was strong. Today it has become a castle made of cards. The winds of time and the winds of change just pushed the cards and scatter them into memories.

But then does that stop us from standing at the cliff to jump into water? To feel the exhilaration for the time before you hit the water? Then the plunge into cold water that freezes the adrenalin in an ecstatic way? I am ready to unleash myself. Why? Just because the madness is peaceful, just because I don't want to inhibit myself. I am crossing the thin line from rationality to the little known place. The place where clarity speaks for itself. Where numbness is the surreal music that plays and where darkness is the light that shines and makes every feeling shine like reality.

But then, why all this stupid garbage talk? Why? Why can't I run away to you? Why can't I shake you up and tell you don't let go of our feelings, don't let go of the connection that we have. Don't say its past and you don't know where to go from here. Bury me away, but don't replace what we built. Keep me alive as I have cherished you. Every day, every moment. The senses... the perceptions... and the feelings... nothing can take it away. Let a snake charmer come, charm you away... but remember the concoction of our poisons... you know, as much or more than I know... nothing can take that away. No one can take that away.

But then was it real? Yes. Was it just an escape? No. It was something pure and true... in its simplest form. Why did it not last? Maybe it was not supposed to. Something as precious... got rusted. Who is to blame? Circumstances? No. Where do we go from here? Our own trails. What if our paths cross again? Haha... Hope you at least try to melt a stone that I might become then! Might... Maybe and Not!

Name with a Link.

Time sips a lot of feelings away. Seasons dry up the moisture from the ripe passion called life. Eventually what remains is a name on a popular social networking website that can be clicked to find updates. These updates arouse different set of feelings though. But that is initially... eventually everything is just news... or facts as I prefer to put it.

Just like all celebrities who put up their thoughts about happenings around, some facts come as just happenings. All you can do is say: 'Oh is that so'. Sometimes just a sigh... What causes this change? Why is it that Time changes everything? Something that was possibly very strong and intense just dries up... as Saltaire has said, "Time, that remorseless thief" (http://sharepoetry.com/poem/51254).

Eventually everyone carries on... Only Memories, Poetry and History remains... Time keeps on changing. And all we do is click the Name with a link, see the new friends, new photos, new flames, new status messages... and keep adding vacuum to the existing void. Plastering the wounds soon buries the feelings. Man is not just inventing robots, Man is becoming one! Tomorrow Robocop will feel more than what I do. Maybe...

Till then, let me explore if the autumn and the fallen leaves on the road make me feel poetic so that I can write at least 3 lines... The heat as it makes us yearn for cold water... makes me yearn for the cherished memories... Familiar smiles, Familiar feelings... Till then...

Blinkers

Probably abominable then talk and tire
Rowdy crowd and philanthropic abattoir

Random boredom and shuffling playlist

Crackpot jackpot and controlling changelist

Access in control and misfired workspace

Miraculous Hercules and a testing race

Simultaneous checkin and synchronous breach

Revisional metadata and an offline leech

Adapters characters and butterflies blush

Conflicting questions and crutch so rush

Track Bugs, Satan hugs and checkout

Wink, blink and sink to configure the pout

Manage a broken heart and the network traffic

Concurrent superficial mellowed iconic graphic

Wind chimes, open rhymes and information restricted

Feelings stealing run around steps abbreviated

Empty smile, sleepy eyes and sketching pencils fly

Blinkers, Blinders, The thing around the horses eye!

Life and Lyrics!

Listening to Loud Pipes by Ratatat, thinking about the man with his museum of candles, the Man with his prison of windows, the Woman selling paan on the street, the Cat walking across the wall with its twin, the Wall with shards of glass on top... Ironic how all of this can be connected! What if the man breaks his window and puts the broken glass on the wall to prevent trespassing. Trespassing on the secret gardens? Ironic. Hunter becoming the hunted, and as The White Stripes say - The hunted became the huntress, The hunter became the prey....

It all comes back, round and round. The thoughts and kaleidoscopes. Kaleidoscopes of mirrors and broken glasses. Like memories and troubled feelings. Then the long drawn chase to search the antibiotic for insanity. To ultimately procure the elixir, to explicitly soothe the open wounds and bind the torn fibers that act as tourniquets.

Esoteric, to each its own! to each his own! Ownership rights and fights for individual rights! Tricky world, Complex Web. The spider is really a superb architect!

What about logic, rationality, normality? Then what about Questions, Feelings, What-Ifs?

Feel the electricity flow, light up the lamp and radiating darkness! As ironical as it may sound, eyes tend to do that! They see what they want to see, Juxtapose situations how they like to, solve a puzzle from any set of exclusive factual pieces.

And the Silence! the ever orchestral silence singing in chorus and the myriad conflicting emotions like every instrument in the colossal concert of life. Concert besides the flowing river! The river so tunneled by the banks, but eroding the bank in return...

Music and Memories, Songs and Sights, Instruments and Melodies... Life and Lyrics!

A rose with any other name....!

I always think that I want to write why I named this blog 'Moral Redundancy'. I wonder how that came to my mind. I think it was mostly a juxtaposition of words that gave a nice meaning to the phrase.

Moral is (Source WordWeb):
1. Concerned with principles of right and wrong or conforming to standards of behaviour and character based on those principle (I guess this is too strong for me!)
2. Psychological rather than physical or tangible in effect (I like this better!)

Redundancy is (Source WordWeb):
1. Repetition of messages to reduce the probability of errors in transmission (Am I too sleepy or is it that this meaning could also stand for nagging?)
2. The attribute of being superfluous and unneeded (I love this)
3. (electronics) a system design that duplicates components to provide alternatives in case one component fails (Ehem!)
4. Repetition of an act needlessly (This is good, there is no need, but there could be a want!)

I guess I can do a mix and match and everything would look cool!

So much for Moral Redundancy!

My blog with any other name? Doesn't sound as weird! :P

Some words here n there!

Would it be possible to remove the word ME from BLAME? Maybe replace it with YOU? :) Maybe i need to become a senior manager to make that happen!

Music

Songs are a big big part of our lives. Most of us have a 24/7 audio player running in our mind. We shuffle across songs that totally grip our mind and feelings. Sometimes they help us pull ourselves up, sometimes they help us vent our anger… sometimes just makes us laugh by describing the irony that we are in… Our lives presented to us in tricky words and beautiful music.

I keep discovering bands and music. The World is a big gold mine for music. But I must say that the 60, 70 and 80's music is the best. The bands were the pioneers and they will always remain evergreen. I would like to talk about songs that I discover, bands that I discover while hunting for some song or the other. I love hunting for music.

While hunting around found some bands like The Black Keys, Rascal Flatts, Devendra Banhart, Blue Cheer, and many more. These bands have made the most amazing music that I loved a lot and has become a part and parcel of my audio player. ☺ And these are apart from the bands that we hear about a lot.

So I will keep posting about these amazing songs and bands. For now let me talk about 5 songs:

1) Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes - Amazing rock song, it is an anthem. When you are down and need a boost, it's the Seven Nation Army that you have to listen to.

2) No Aphrodisiac by The Whitlams - Very melodic, touching and soothing song. The perfect song to listen to when you are drunk on memories. The lines, "There is no aphrodisiac like loneliness; truth, beauty and a picture of you" are the most amazing lines I have heard. Get me a easy chair, a glass of scotch and my player with this song on and what I have is the simplest time machine!

3) Brazen (Weep) by Skunk Anansie - This is a very complex song, at least the lyrics are. I don't want to quote from any sites that talk about the meaning of this song. It's a song to hear and explore. The voice, the depth and the meaning.

4) Peace of Mind by Blue Cheer - Psychedelic rock at its best. What a song by Blue Cheer! One of my all time favourites!

5) Joker and the Thief by WolfMother - A Classic. Am sure most of you would know this song. I discovered this a bit late, but better late than never. This is one song that is going to be with me forever.

Vultures by Chinua Achebe

Couple of days have been a roller coaster ride... Both from Within and Without (My favourite phrase of all time!). There have been times when I was wondering what could be the realm of consciousness that we term as I. The outreach that every I reaches towards every We! I wonder if I make sense, or if I ever will, but I can't make sense of so many things happening around!

I read this wonderful poem Vultures by Chinua Achebe. It's a very intense poem. His comparison of Love, Need, and Duty, and how life gives us hazy and relative boundaries between these. Boundaries that are strict for some, very loose or non-existent for many. Life and Individuals.

It has become a favourite poem. Specially the last verse. The play of words and feelings that are very very close to reality! A reality very different from the reality we perceive!

Vultures by Chinua Achebe

In the greyness
and drizzle of one despondent
dawn unstirred by harbingers
of sunbreak a vulture
perching high on broken
bone of a dead tree
nestled close to his
mate his smooth
bashed-in head, a pebble
on a stem rooted in
a dump of gross
feathers, inclined affectionately
to hers. Yesterday they picked
the eyes of a swollen
corpse in a water-logged
trench and ate the things in its bowel. Full
gorged they chose their roost
keeping the hollowed remnant
in easy range of cold
telescopic eyes ...

Strange
indeed how love in other
ways so particular
will pick a corner
in that charnel-house
tidy it and coil up there, perhaps
even fall asleep - her face
turned to the wall!

...Thus the Commandant at Belsen
Camp going home for
the day with fumes of
human roast clinging
rebelliously to his hairy
nostrils will stop
at the wayside sweet-shop
and pick up a chocolate
for his tender offspring
waiting at home for Daddy's return ...

Praise bounteous
providence if you will
that grants even an ogre
a tiny glow-worm
tenderness encapsulated
in icy caverns of a cruel
heart or else despair
for in every germ
of that kindred love is
lodged the perpetuity
of evil.